She just grabbed my wrist and headed for our bedroom. The first thing I noticed was the wet spot on the bed, it was huge. My wife crawled onto the bed...with her ass facing me. I lay down in the wet spot and just stared at the mess that was her cunt. The hole was gaping. Her lips were distended, puffy and red. Everything was wet the hairs were matted and stuck together. The fact that some black stud had just cum inside my wife did not slow me down. I clamped my mouth over her wetness. My nose. He checked his chron and decided they didn't dare leave the jammer on for much longer. "Could we wire it into the Silvana's comms and scramble a single pair of messages? One outgoing, one incoming. That wouldn't look suspicious."Sophia winced and finished her protein bar before answering, "Yes ... You could. What would you send?"Bren ignored her obvious discomfort. He knew she was just being paranoid again. It was a good way to stay alive — he'd worked the same way when he was younger — but she. When I got home Kelly was out. I knew that she had taken the day off, so I was slightly surprised not to find her at home. However, I wasn't too worried because at least it gave me a chance to chill the bubbly and to take a shower. She came in about an hour later and looked surprised to see me. She was wearing a tight fitted pale blue cotton top, obviating the need for a bra, and a short white skirt. She was bare legged."You're home early!" she said."I've got something to celebrate, Kelly.. It used to be part of a rich country mansion as a retreat for a rather rich man.History has lost who the first owner of the house was. Rumors of a rather violent death run rife throught the children of the town the house is now surrounded by. The land that was part of the farm it was built on had been long ago sold and divided up. It was at least 5 times the size of any other house near it. The house was on a slight hill.thick stone walls that gave it the look of a well fortified keep or rather.